Chapter 6 Sunday Afternoon #2
I square my shoulders, and put on the persona from yesterday. I’m going to make sure this last day is special for her. This isn’t about me, it never was. It’s about Amber, and I’m a means to an end.
I wish I could keep you. I growl out a breath. Stop it. I head upstairs, opening her duffle bag and retrieving the vibrator she brought with her on Friday.
In my office, Amber is obediently bent over my desk naked, her hands flat on the surface, her ass pointed at the door. She doesn’t move at all when I walk in.
“You follow instructions so well, Miss Pope.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I round the desk and run my fingertips along its surface, placing the vibrator down right in front of her.
“Now, I’m told you made some videos, Miss Pope. The kind you’d hate for anyone to see, is that right?”
Her ribcage sucks in, and she exhales shakily, settling into the game, her shoulders relaxing. “Oh, sir, that would… I would be ruined if anyone ever saw me doing those dirty things with my professor.”
Holy shit, she is glorious. She understands the game so perfectly, and it feels so filthy for this to be the game we choose. But we choose it anyway. If what we’re doing is wrong, we may as well lean right on into it.
I take my phone from my pocket, bringing up the video of Amber rubbing her pussy along the length of my cock. I lay the phone down underneath her, right in her line of vision.
“Videos like this, Miss Pope?” I wait until the video stops, reaching down to swipe to the one of her lowering herself onto me.
I tut softly, and she squirms as she rubs her thighs together.
“I’m shocked, Miss Pope. I thought you were such a good girl, and here you are, riding your professor’s cock? ”
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” she says breathily.
“Did you like it, Miss Pope?” I lean on my rolled fists, over her, my erection tenting my pants. “Did you like having that thick cock inside your wet little pussy?”
“I did, sir.” She sucks in a small breath as the video loops and she watches herself slide back down onto me. “I liked it so much. I’m so ashamed.”
“Does watching this video turn you on, Miss Pope?”
She nods, still holding her position over the desk. “Yes, sir.”
“Show me.”
She hesitates, then lifts one hand from the desk. She puts it down between her legs, moving it between her thighs once, twice, before lifting it so I can see her glistening fingers. I lean forward to take them in my mouth, licking her arousal from them.
“So wet, Miss Pope. Almost like your pussy wants a cock inside it again.” I swipe to the next video, where I took her from behind. “Look how greedy you are, bouncing back on him like that.”
“He feels so good, sir.” She puts the fingers I just licked into her own mouth, and sucks with an appreciative hum.
“Did you let him fill your pussy with cum?”
She shakes her head, pulling her fingers from her mouth. “He won’t do that, sir.”
“But you want him to, don’t you?” Jesus Christ, why am I playing into this part of the game?
Amber nods. “I want him to, so badly. I want to feel him running out of me.”
“Such filthy thoughts, Miss Pope.” I pick up the vibrator, pressing the small button near the base until it starts to buzz softly in my hand. “I’m going to have to punish you for them.”
“Of course, sir.”
Her submission makes my dick even harder. She’s too damn perfect. Her breathing picks up as I move behind her, taking in her long legs and her pink, dripping pussy.
“Now, remember your safe word, Miss Pope.”
“Yes, sir.”
I touch the vibrator to her labia, and she sucks in a breath. “What is it?”
“Bridge, sir.”
“Very good.” I can’t help but grin as I press the head of the vibrator to her entrance, and she whimpers. “Have you ever squirted, Miss Pope?”
She shakes her head, her toes curling as the vibrator circles her clit. “I don’t think I can,” she murmurs.
“We’ll see about that.” I hold the vibrator to her clit, and hit the button until it’s set to an intermittent buzzing cycle, three vibrations then a pause.
I run my hand up and down Amber’s back as she tenses through the cycle, exhaling with every pause.
“Is this how it feels when you’re riding his cock, Miss Pope? ”
Amber shakes her head. “No,” she says, her voice more of a breathy squeak now, and she exhales in a loud Ahhhh when the vibe pauses. “No, it feels so much better, sir. He’s so big, and hot, and when he pounds his thick cock inside me, I feel like he’s going to break me in the best way.”
Jesus. H. Shitting. Christ. I’m meant to be maintaining control here, but she’s talking like a porn star and my dick is leaking so much pre-cum in my sweatpants that they’re starting to stain.
I take a deep breath, and push the vibrator inside her.
She lets out a choked moan, her arms buckling a little as she presses herself to the desk.
“I’m sure you do, Miss Pope.” I look down at where the vibe is inside her, coated in her arousal.
“Do you like watching me like this, sir?” She’s looking over her shoulder at me, her pink lips parted as she pants, and she lifts an eyebrow.
Brat. Spectacular, sexy fucking brat.
Her eyes slam shut and she bites her lip with a hitched breath as I press the vibrator deep inside her.
“I love watching you be punished, Miss Pope.” I pull the vibrator from her pussy, and her frustrated mewl is quickly covered by a loud moan as it's pressed to her throbbing clit. “How many times do you think you can come for me? How many would be a suitable punishment?”
“Thr-threee,” she moans, her hands spread on the desk, and with a jerk of her hips she orgasms, her body shaking gently, her thighs trembling as every muscle in those perfect legs tenses.
“Only three?” I sink to my knees, turning off the vibrator. “We’ll see, won’t we, Miss Pope. Now, keep watching that video.”
She lets out a sharp hiss as I bury my face in her still quivering cunt.
Holy shit, she tastes so good, so sweet now her orgasm has soaked her.
I yank down my pants, freeing my cock, fisting myself but not wanting to stroke too hard while I lick her.
Goddammit, I need to relieve some of this damn tension.
She shakes and squirms and cries out, and her next climax shatters through her faster than I expected. Feeling the pulse of her hot pussy against my tongue is heaven, but even before she’s stopped shaking, she’s rocking her hips against my face.
“More,” she moans, her breathing rapid. “Oh my god, more, please.”
The pleading sends me over the edge, and I rise to my feet, kicking her legs apart and shoving my cock inside her with a moan.
I thrust into her, and her ass bounces back against me, meeting me halfway each time.
My hand slides up her neck, into the wild tangle of copper hair, and I wind it around my fingers, pulling her up against me so I can nip at her shoulder.
“You like having your pussy destroyed like this, Miss Pope?” I nibble on her ear lobe, and she whimpers.
“Yes, sir,” she says, nodding her head against my shoulder.
“Pick up the phone,” I order, and she does so with shaky hands. “Turn on the camera.”
She’s trying to focus and maintain control, and it takes her a second, but she opens the camera, her trembling finger hitting the arrows to spin around to the front camera.
“Now, film my cock ruining your cunt, Miss Pope.”
No face, no names, no talking, that’s what we said.
But my reason isn’t just gone, it’s dead, buried somewhere in my psyche.
Amber hits record, lowering the phone, and I hook a hand under her knee to open her up.
She gasps, trying to stay steady, swallowing down her moans that sound as sweet whimpers in her throat.
“Whenever you want to let some useless college boy fuck you, Miss Pope, watch this video, do you understand?” I breathe against her ear. “Ask yourself if he can fill this pussy as good as I can.”
Too much, too fucking much. No, it’s just the game, the game, the game.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is strained and soft, one hand holding the phone and the other curled back to clasp around my neck, holding herself steady.
She’s playing the game too, playing right into my twisted little fantasy where I ruin her for any other man, where no one can ever compare to me, to the way I make her feel, to the way I make her come. The way I make her scream.
I put my other hand between her legs, spreading the lips of her cunt, circling her swollen clit, and she slams her head back against my shoulder.
“Theo,” she whimpers, the phone slipping from her fingers and hitting the ground with a thud.
“Leave it,” I growl, and pound into her, stroking her clit. Both her hands are curled behind my neck now, her sharp fingertips digging into my skin. Her back arches, she becomes tighter and tighter, sweat running down her spine and pooling between us.
“Fuck, Theo, I’m going to-” She gasps, and then her pussy clenches my cock in a vice grip, her scream filling my office and the fucking cavern of my soul.
“Amber,” I groan into her hair. “Amber, fuck.”
I don’t pull out in time, my release crashing through me like a Mac truck.
Two pulses of my cock send hot jets of my cum into her pussy, and with an agonised moan, I grit my teeth and pull out of her.
I rub my cock between her legs, the remainder of my release lashing the desk, the floor, and very probably my phone.
Amber collapses onto the desk, her arms outstretched, trying to catch her breath. I run my hands along the divots of her spine, over the beads of sweat coating her golden skin.
“You did so well, honey,” I murmur, and she sighs. “You did so fucking well. You’re incredible. You’re a dream.”
She turns around and perches on the edge of the desk, her chest still pounding.
“You came inside me, didn't you?” She grins as she looks down, and my cock threatens to harden all over again as she clenches her pussy to wring the drops of my release from her.
She looks up at me, triumphant, and slides two of her fingers inside her, before putting them in her mouth, drawing them between her lips with a moan.
I’m going to pass out. I’m going to fucking collapse right here, I’m a fucking old man who’s at the risky age for heart attacks, right? Especially when a woman with a body like sin who is half my fucking age is here, tasting the cum I left inside her from her fingers.
“We taste even better together,” she says.
I crush her against me, kissing her with a hunger and fever unlike any I’ve ever felt before.
She’s perfect. Too fucking perfect. She’d be perfect for me. Perfect. Perfect. But no. No, not for me.